You said--
*in a while everything
every thought, every feeling
anger, sadness, becomes an itch
and it will leave you
as the river is not the same
river, as the desert is not
the same sand.*
Tell me again how it is when
I have yet to learn how long
a while takes
to be someone new, to be
just a little bit different--
how we used to
and how I used to.